When Qin Gude was about to get up, Team Leader Yu seemed to see his own life-saving straw. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Xiao Qin," he bent down to sit beside Qin Goode while wiping the sweat rolling down his head, "How do you feel?" Is there any better? ”

Fu Bo even grabbed Qin Goode's arm and asked simply and directly, "Xiao Qin, can you play?"

The meaning of the two of them couldn't be more obvious: if you can play, then hurry up, Uncle Qin!

"Let Deng Zhuoxiang, Gao Feilin, and Zheng Zhi all rest." Qin Goode looked at the core of the midfield who couldn't control the football at all in the crazy pressing of the South Korean team, and took off the two heavy down jackets on his body.

He covered himself with two cotton clothes for two hours before the start of the game, and by halftime he was already sweating profusely, and the heat on his body had dropped a lot, and he felt that he could play at least 15 minutes at a normal level.

Team Leader Yu glared at Fu Bo, and the temporary acting coach hurriedly went to apply for a replacement in person.

However, Fu Bo immediately turned back again, and he humbly asked the team's thighs: "Who else do you want to play besides you?" ”

"Substitution, the formation remains the same, you decide." Qin Goode glanced at his teammates on the bench.

He left the option to the manager, and that's all he had on the bench anyway......

And no matter who is on it, it will be counted by everyone.

He doesn't expect these teammates to turn things around for him.

Otherwise...... Why should I have a low-grade fever?

"The game has reached the 73rd minute, and the Chinese team has changed three players in one go." Liu Jianhong hurriedly put away the mood that was already a little depressed just now, "Gao Feilin, Deng Zhuoxiang, Zheng Zhi, Qin Good, Yang Xuri, Huang Bowen, this should be the opposite substitution, the lineup of the Chinese team is still 4231." ”

"It's too late," He Wei has some of the pathos of a literary youth in his bones, "Even if you count injury time, it's only about 20 minutes." Fans may have lost hope for a comeback or a draw, but hopefully the national team can play their own at home. ”

Hao Dongdong shook his head, and he fired another shot, but it was quite sharp: "When the players play relaxed, they will play their own characteristics; If you are completely suppressed by the opponent and can't even breathe, then even super teams like Real Madrid and Barcelona are only busy and embarrassed. ”

But no matter what, Qin Gude played.

In the stands, his huge portrait was reopened, and his name began to ring behind him.

"Qin Good! Qin Goode! ”

Deng Zhuoxiang, Zheng Zhi, and Gao Feilin trotted down, Qin Gude didn't have much time to comfort them, he stepped directly on the venue of the competition.

The quality of the turf was not great, it was clearly transplanted from the outside on a temporary basis, and after 73 minutes of play, a lot of the dirt had been turned out.

But the only thing that is fortunate is that this is not an artificial turf that can hurt people, at least.

Qin Gude kicked his legs hard, and then took a deep breath.

"Follow me!"

His voice was not loud, but Yang Xuri and Huang Bowen behind him suddenly calmed down.

Seeing Qin Goode walking in front of him, Park Ji-sung's eyes couldn't help but glow.

As both midfielders, the two of them will not lack opportunities to meet!

defeated Qin Gude in both offense and defense, which is exactly what Park Ji-sung was looking forward to!

The air in the imperial capital in mid-November was already a little cold, and a trace of heat had already risen from Qin Gude's body.

"Ball!"

He waved to his teammates behind him, and Zhao passed it to him without hesitation – just like in the Asian Cup two years ago.

"Qin Gude has received the ball!" Liu Jianhong didn't know why he suddenly roared.

However, Zhao Xuyang's kick passed too hard, and Qin Gude paused for a moment when he stopped the ball.

"Qin Gude is also a little nervous......" Hao Dongdong, who was born as a professional striker, was the only one in the live broadcast room who found that his movements were not natural, but he didn't say anything, just frowned slightly and continued to watch.

Qin Gude walked leisurely with the ball through the middle circle, and then met Park Ji-sung with a murderous face.

Let's go head-to-head!

The Korean captain's gaze seemed to have erupted into flames.

However, Qin Gude ignored him, but gently pushed the ball to Hao Jun, who received it on the right side, and bypassed Park Ji-sung with the most effortless two-by-one.

You coward!

Park Ji-sung's previous provocations all fell into the air, and he angrily moved his legs and chased after Qin Gude.

But Qin Gude, who had already picked up speed, was not so easy to chase, even if he still had a low-grade fever.

Hao Jun's physical strength was actually on the verge of exhaustion—he had never been a physical player who could run for 90 minutes—but when Qin Gude started running, Hao Jun suddenly felt that he could continue to persevere.

Hao Jun passed the ball back to Qin Good, and then continued to cut forward: he had a hunch that Qin Goode would continue to cooperate with him.

Sure enough, the ball was back at his feet again, and when he received the ball, the left wing-back of the South Korean team had already been left behind him.

"Qin Gude and Hao Jun are two in a row!" Liu Jianhong shouted excitedly, "There is a tacit understanding between them!" ”

When Hao Jun knocked the ball sideways for the second time, Qin Gude did not pass the ball again, and Hao Jun also stopped stepping forward, of course he knew that the two of them had come to the front of the South Korean team's penalty area.

Here is the range of Qin Gude!

Park Ji-sung was still two meters away from his target, and he thought he would be able to catch up immediately, but at this moment, the red back figure picked up his right leg in front of him!

"Bang!"

This muffled sound made the 80,000 fans in the stands listen to fairy music, and Fu Bo and Team Leader Yu in the coach's seat were even more comfortable.

But it made the main goalkeeper of the South Korean team, Jung Sung-ryong, fall into hell.

Zheng Chenglong has certainly heard the legend that when the core of the Chinese team shoots, the wisest choice as a goalkeeper is to cover his face with his hands.

He originally wanted to keep his eyes open and try to make a save, but the sudden black shadow made him subconsciously close his eyes, and then sit on the ground with his ass collapsed.

"In, in, in, in! Qin Goode's violent long-range shot! ”

Liu Jianhong clenched his fists and waved them in the live broadcast room, driving the wires on the headphones to make a "rustling" sound.

"In less than 2 minutes on the field, Qin Gude pulled back a city for the Chinese team!" He Wei didn't remember what other sad estimation he had just made, "There are still 15 minutes!" Enough for us to score another goal! Come on, Chinese team! ”

"Scoop up the balls!" Qin Gude didn't celebrate, he just gave Hao Jun a light high-five, and then instructed Yang Xuri to hurry up and put the ball back in the middle circle.

Yang Xuri, who is three and a half years older than him, rushed into the goal without hesitation, snatched the ball from South Korean goalkeeper Jung Sung-ryong and trotted all the way back to the center circle.

"It's hot!"

Hao Jun, who was high-five with Qin Good, suddenly felt that the temperature on his arm was obviously wrong, and he couldn't help but be taken aback.

"It doesn't matter," Qin Gude smiled at him, "I only need to use seventy percent of my strength, and then I have to rely on you." ”

Hao Jun originally wanted to tell his teammates that he couldn't sprint at high speeds anymore, but now he could only nod.

He wants to tell his teammates: Even if this is Qin Goode's one-man team, he has the dream of becoming a lion partner!

Fight! (To be continued.) )